Holly Gennaro-McClane: He means he's filed a restraining order against me. I'm not allowed within 50 feet of him.

Thornburg: Fifty yards. So, by keeping me in this section, you are violating a court order. I can sue you and this airline. That woman assaulted me and she humiliated me in public.

Flight Attendant: [to Holly] What did you do?

Holly: Knocked out two of his teeth.

Flight Attendant: [to Holly] Would you like some champagne?

John McClane: Captain Lorenzo?

Capt Lorenzo: Yeah.

McClane: John McClane.

Lorenzo: Yeah, yeah. I know who you are. You're the asshole that's just broke seven FAA and five District of Columbia regulations, running around my airport with a gun, shooting at people. What do you call that shit?

McClane: Self-defense.

John McClane: I know someone who can help. [uses a Dulles phone to call Los Angeles]

Al: No, no, no. You don't follow me. According to the Department of Defense, he's been dead for two years.

Samantha: Big drug dealer on his way to prison. Gun fight in airport. Every controller and cafe shop getting beeped and hauling ass. And you, rocking the boat. Connection? Come on, McClane. Just a few words.

McClane: Ok, just a few words. Fuck off.

Samantha: Thanks, but I already got that from Colonel Stewart.

Grant: You're the wrong guy in the wrong place at the wrong time.

McClane: Story of my life.

Stewart: How is it going? [pushes McClane off the plane] Bon voyage! [McClane pulls off the gas cap as he falls] Happy landing asshole!